Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You are the sky and the dwelling at the same time.
O beautiful, your love is solid in this tiny hut
each moment in various hues, in diverse scent and songs,
the charming life surrounds the foundation
There daybreak holds its gold dish
brings one graceful garland
quietly dresses the earth’s destiny;
evening comes in meekly on the empty ground
on the road without any mark
calmly filling water from the ocean.
Where you are , it’s our souls’ sky
where the boundless field is in motion
there is nothing,no days, no nights no living things,
no color, no smell ,no speech simply nothing.
Yes, I have loved humans different ways. There was my father whom I loved dearly.There was no condition attached to it.I loved him for who he was,the care he gave us. He loved us all unconditionally.We didn’t have to excel in anything. We were his children and that was good enough.
Then came my siblings, I liked them but did not really loved them,my elders were too demanding,I did not appreciate their interference. It always seemed to me I had to meet certain standards.I could not handle it.My affection for them depended on their behaviour towards me.
When it came to the spouse, I did my duty. Sometimes he was very nice,other times he was not. His siblings were always interfering and he took their side more than he did mine. This was a different kind of love.
Then came my three children,I loved them as a mother would.There too I had my frustration and it was as if they were judging me all along,who I loved the most.The youngest one had to be disciplined more than the other two.She was the most difficult to deal with.
Then came the cats,I really loved them.I knew they loved me unconditionally. Thursday was always on the look out for me, if she didn’t see me she cried. I found it easier to love the three,they did not complain.If the food I gave was not their favourite they’d turn around and leave. Thursday loved to jump up on the couch,if she found me lying down.
Yes in life we all meet different people,some are easy to deal with,others are not. It is hard to balance ones emotion when things are tough. Two of my children hardly think about me,they are on their own.They do not need me and they’re happy doing that.
Sometimes to me love means how much I can give and if I am unable to satisfy the near and dear ones I am constantly coming into contact with,their love goes out the window.